I was at my childhood home in my bedroom looking out the window. I saw several guys outside selling drugs. One guy had his baby with him. This man came into my bedroom through the window. He told me him and his wife went to prison/jail. When they got out she left him with the baby. He had a job but sold drugs on the side. I held his hand and told him he had some deep pain on the inside that he doesn't know about. I hugged him because I felt so bad. It was really late close to midnight and my stepmom came home. I was scared because this man was in my room and I didn't want her to see him. She came into my room and put some lotions on my dresser. I remember there were discount stickers on the lotions. When I looked back at my bed my childhood bestfriend was in my bed, the guy was under the bed, and my daughter was laying on the side of the bed. It seemed like my childhood bestfriend and daughter was helping me to my stepmom wouldn't notice the man in my room. She left out the room and then came back asking me did I pay my cellphone bill. I lied to her and told her I had already paid it just to get her out my room.I do not know who this guy is.